Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

(Verse 1)
Its way past my curfew in an circle
dispersal, the ones without rehearsal
and if found me, Id get smacked hard
by that tree branch from my own
cause it was all about textbooks and with As
hard to juggle as a hiphop slave
skating on pave, or lounging after school my crew
writing tags on the bus, or finding ways to a shoe
paying dues no no concern back then
like fat kids in lunch lines at shows in
for rhyme with ill punch lines at crunch time
by unknown emcees thinking why arent they
Id pick up a pen and express
rhymes were nonsense but nonetheless were off my
some thought I should stop wasting my breath
dent on confidence I put my pen to
so whats left but getting every day
rolling blunts with vegas, smoking away
Cypress Hill on singing stoned is the way
stoned is the way

(chorus)
And its like Im telling ya
the way it went down, down down
And its like that Im telling ya yo the truth is out my is found
And its that Im telling ya
Thats the way it went down, down
And its that Im telling ya, yo the truth is out
My is found..

(Verse 2)
And with mad smoke came the for entertainment
But Hiphop radio was now playing some strange
clubs gettin closed, money was tight
folks rather find some ass.. than that hiphop trash
and can I blame em? Im sayin, things rock bottom
With exceptions of few, my head was nodding
So I got in a and blew the dust off my notepad
Arm with words, struggled with vocab
wrote, slowly steadily something something
if lyrics were harsh the beats had to be
no frontin, right off the bat turned their backs
but felt the same which put my name on the map
and brought me down my , Japan and back
mad support from locals cats, homies at Stacks
with blunts out at the end of its road
blazing on a spiritual path, with new goals
and how it went how the plot unfolds
asked about the story so let it be told

(chorus)
And its like that Im ya
Thats the way it down, down down
And its like that Im telling ya yo the truth is out my story is
And its like Im telling ya
Thats the way it down, down down
And its that Im telling ya, yo the truth is out
My is found..

(Verse 3)
Singing one for cans and two for mean streaks
Thats the track that put my past in the streets
copped doubles to juggle the beats
using language that managed to let hands speak
To peeps that showed but not all felt this rhyme sayer
Non believers, vibes like Cal Tjader
of my race or the way I appeared
But still I ran the race placed to the rear
imagine a gook, a jumped by truth
kicked out spots at age five cause looked glued
mentally struck, forget and cream and such
but it built my biceps and today I up
down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps
fingers crossed, herds are left with words that last
and beats that make dancers put soul in movements
Wreckin from the bay, La back to Brooklyn
Kids scratch temples, scientists bite
Keros on the scene light through mist
Cause if Im not fueling the flame Im a puppet
My might move but I aint sayin nothing
So tuned to see how this ends
Sayin peace, sincerely yours, till we again
Sayin peace..till we meet
Sayin